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Oh Ichigo, the protagonist you are 🔥

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, drunk 7 minutes in heaven

the closet door slammed shut behind them, the thud swallowed by the bass throb of the party outside. seven minutes. seven goddamn minutes in pitch black, pressed against the wall, breathing in tequila fumes and ichigo’s heat. he stumbled a bit, shoulders knocking the drywall, a bottle still in one hand—half-empty, mostly forgotten.

“fuckin’ dark in here,” he mumbled, dragging out the words with a slur and that lazy grin that always came out when he was deep in the bottle. his hair was a mess—wilder than usual, sweat-damp and sticking to his forehead. the collar of his black tee hung crooked, stretched from someone yanking on it earlier, probably during a drinking game or maybe a scuffle.

either way, he reeked of bad ideas and raw masculinity.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he drawled, swaying forward, and damn if he didn’t nearly crash into you. but instead of catching himself, his hands landed on either side of your head, palms flat against the wall. caging you in. his breath ghosted over your face, heavy with booze and something sweeter—like gum or maybe that candied shit orihime dared him to try. “i know how this game goes.”

his eyes weren’t just bloodshot; they were hungry, dilated, wild with a cocky gleam that dared you to move. dared you to flinch. one hand slipped from the wall, dragged down the line of your shoulder, slow and clumsy but hot—his fingers callused and a little rough, a fighter’s hands even when they trembled.

he grinned wider. “you nervous?”

before you could answer, he tilted forward, cheek brushing yours, lips skimming past your ear. “’cause i’m fuckin’ hammered, and i’ll probably forget i ever did this… but i’ll remember how you tasted.”

then his mouth crashed into yours.

it wasn’t a kiss—it was a goddamn riot. sloppy, wet, desperate. he tasted like lime and cheap whiskey, tongue pushing in too fast, too hard, like he didn’t know the difference between a kiss and a fight.

one hand was already on your waist, dragging you closer, crushing your hips against his. you could feel the hard line of his cock pressing into your thigh, already stiff in his jeans, and he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about it.

“shit—” he groaned into your mouth, half-laughing, half-moan. “you feel that? fuck, you’re—”

he couldn’t finish the thought. he was too busy tugging at your clothes, fumbling with the hem of your shirt, dragging it up, clumsy fingers brushing bare skin.

the dark hid everything, made it hotter, made it easier. no shame. no second thoughts. just breath and skin and ichigo's cock twitching in his pants like it had a mind of its own.

“god, i want in,” he slurred, hand dropping to cup you between the legs, palm pressing hard, possessive. “right here. right now. fuck a countdown. fuck the rules.”

he kissed down your jaw, tongue hot and wet, teeth scraping just enough to make your breath hitch. you could feel him rocking his hips against you—slow, deliberate grinds that dragged the thick bulge of him against your core, and every movement lit you up like fire.

his hand slipped under your waistband, fingers greedy, sliding past fabric like he had every right to be there. he groaned low in his throat as he felt how soaked you already were.

“damn, already drippin’ for me?” he whispered, voice thick, barely hanging onto coherence. “you’re just as fucked up as i am.”

he slipped two fingers inside you, no preamble, no hesitation—just the messy, reckless hunger of someone who didn't give a fuck about finesse. the way he pumped them was rough, uneven, the way drunk hands always were, but goddamn if it didn’t make your knees shake.

he buried his face in your neck, groaning like he was the one getting fingered. “so fuckin’ tight… ngh—if my dick doesn’t get in there before this timer’s up, i’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

then the timer buzzed on someone’s phone outside the closet, faint and muffled, and he growled into your skin.

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‎. ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴🍓🧡Happy Birthday Mi Amor🧡

🧡2025.07.15🧡

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Like mother, like daughter. Like father, like son.

✿ Big brown eyes stare at the scene in front of him. He was studying, learning. He watched as father wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a small kiss on your cheek, “Why don’t you go shower, I'll finish the dishes.”  you giggled lightly and shook your head, softly responding back. A smile on your pretty face. “No, it's okay, honestly. It's only two plates left.” 

Ichigo was stubborn, he shook his head and gently started to pry you away from the sink. “I got it, go have some  ‘me’  time.” you shook your head with a small laugh before disappearing into the hallway. 

Your son, who was staring at the entire thing unfold, looked over at his younger sister. He smiled at her as his hand reached up to pat her hair, softly talking to her the same way Ichigo does. “You did a good job eating all of your food.” His sister smiled brightly with sparkly eyes towards him, he couldn't help but think; ‘ just like mommy!’  “Thank you! I'm proud of myself too!” she responded back before going back to coloring. Holding the purple crayon very gently. 

Ichigo, who was only mere inches away from the interaction – was smiling down at the sink. Hearing his son praise his younger daughter absolutely gave the man cuteness aggression. Once Ichigo was done with the dishes, he wiped his hands dry on the rag that hung over the oven and turned around to face his children. He walked over to them and reached for their heads, his fingers messing their hair slightly, “alright stink bugs, lets get you all clean.” 

“Stink bugs?!” his daughter repeated. Her eyes widened and her lips gaped open, absolutely offended about being called stinky. “Daddy stinks more!” she exclaimed, pointing her small finger towards him. Her lips formed into a pout and her smaller eyebrows furrowed down. His son, who always took his sister's side, crossed his tiny arms across his chest and nodded firmly. “Yeah, you reek.” Ichigo couldn’t even be offended by his children's insults, they just looked too adorable teaming up against him. “Oh yeah?” he raised an orange eyebrow up, a small smirk creeping. 

“If I'm so stinky…” He creeped closer to his children, his arms snaking to either side of their tiny waist. Picking them up in a quick attack and resting them under his armpits. “You wouldn’t mind sniffing me would you?!” the children screamed and squirmed under his arms, their tiny arms and legs flaying in the air. Both of them making gagging noises and absolutely yelling every adjective their young minds knew to say just how smelly their father was. 

Hearing the noise echo in the hallway, you couldn’t help but smile before you even saw the scene before you. You leaned against the wall, your arms moving to cross over your chest. Your eyes, filled with love, stared at ichigo spinning around in the middle of the kitchen with your kids under his arms. It was heart filling, being able to see Ichigo — the man you've been loving for years, playing around with your children, his children. Hearing their laughter mix in all together to make a new euphoric song for you. 

“Okay,” you spoke softly, pushing yourself off the wall and towards your husband and kids. You grabbed your daughter from under his arm and placed her on your hip, kissing her cheek. “It’s time for the kids to get cleaned.” Ichigo, who also received a kiss on the cheek, repositioned his son to be on his hip as well. When he saw you dry, he raised his eyebrows in question. “You didn’t shower?” he was following behind you. “No, I decided to clean the kids first.” you explained, opening the bathroom door. The sound of running water filling the white porcelain tub, the slight peek of bubbles foaming up and rubber ducks floating peacefully in the warm water excited your children, gasping. Their little legs  were already trying to wiggle themselves out of their parents' grip. You and Ichigo set them both down – Ichigio helping his son to undress and you with your daughter. Both kids took turns talking about their day at school.

While playing with his rubber duck, your son remembered something. “Oh, yeah, mom!” your eyes looked away from scooping water into a plastic container and towards your son. Your soft eyebrows raised up as you gave him all your attention. “Hmm?” “you know that dress you wore while you picked me up from school?” he closed his eyes and held his breath while you softly poured water over him, rinsing away the soap. “Mhm.” you hummed. 

“You looked really pretty in it. You looked like a…” he was trying to think of the words he heard his father mumble to himself whenever he thought you looked stunning. “Like an angel!” 

You were stunned to say the least, freezing for a couple seconds with your hands in his hair. Mid apply of shampoo. You were caught off guard; Ichigo was the only person in your life who has complimented you in such words. You laughed a little, smiling. “Thank you, love bug.” 

“And Daddy,” Ichigo's attention went towards your daughter, his eyes widening in full attention to what she had to say. “Yes sweetheart?” your daughter giggled first before speaking, her hands playing with a boat floatie. Currently, in her imagination, she was captain and Mr. Duckie was her partner in crime. “You also looked pretty in the clothes you were wearing.” 

It took you both as parents a while to realize your children were following after you. Your vocabulary, your tone, the way you move in certain ways. Everything, really. It was absolutely adorable, especially when they portray it towards each other. 

Your son, he tends to run and open the doors for you and his sister. Always smiling extra when you pat his head and telling him thank you. Although he was only two years older than his sister and had his own car seat, he always helped her get into hers first. Putting on her seat belt and making sure she’s comfortable, always using the same tone Ichigo uses. Soft and gentle. “Is this okay?” His small hands always tugged the material to make sure it wasn’t too tight but also not too loose. “Yes.” his sister nods, giving him a thumbs up. 

He also started to pick up Ichigo's morning routine. Whenever it was you who woke him up, he’d sleepily smile at you, mumbling a sleepy, “you look pretty, mommy.” even if his eyes aren’t fully open. And before he leaves you for school, he will squeeze your hand three times as a sign of saying ‘ I love you. ‘ kissing your hand afterwards and wishing you a good day. 

Your daughter is quite the same as her brother. Always reminding Ichigo how pretty he looks for work. “Wait, you’re forgetting something!” she’ll call out to him while running towards the door. He’ll crouch down, smiling because he already knows what’s coming – his goodbye kiss. The one your daughter always sees you giving ichigo when you fix his tie. 

And just how they mirror your actions and give them back to you, it's absolutely endearing when they do those same actions towards each other. It’s very rare for you and ichigo to hear your kids tell each other they love one another and not because they don’t, they obviously do. But the kids think it's way more meaningful with the three squeezes of the hand. They really are more physically affectionate because they see just how affectionate you and ichigo are. 

When your daughter first started school, she was nervous. Extremely nervous, but she was entering the same grade school as her brother and that calmed her down a lot. That, and the kiss on the forehead head he gave her before telling her – “if you get scared, look for me during recess or lunch. I’ll play with you and sit next to you!” 

It felt really accomplished seeing how your kids act. Your son is a gentleman because he takes over his father and your daughter is soft spoken but very stubborn in what she believes is right, just like you. It sometimes makes Ichigo want to have another one with you, kissing your neck and his hands moving to hold your tummy. In the middle of the dim lighted kitchen after you both tucked in your children in their shared bedroom. 

“Common,” Ichigo whispers, littering soft kisses along your shoulder. “Another one won’t hurt, think just how over protective our son will be and how gentle our daughter will be with their baby sibling.” his hand is already sliding under your shirt, feeling your soft skin. You sigh, a small smirk on your lips, knowing your husband all too well. “Alright, what did they do this time?” 

Ichigo sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “She asked him to brush her hair and he was so focused on the task. His tongue was sticking out and mumbling – ‘ and mommy does this.’ it was way too damn adorable.” giggling, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Maybe not now, but later on, when they’re a bit older.” 

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Fashion baby

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TVアニメ『BLEACH 千年血戦篇』POP UP ショップ

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‎. ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴🍓Misaki Kurosaki🧡

✧Ichigo’s and Mari’s first baby and Kazui’s older sister

✧She inherited Ichigo’s eyes and skin and a blend of both Mari’s and Ichigo’s hair colors

✧She’s 6 years old in the final chapter and 9 years old in “No Breathes from Hell”

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‎. ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴🍓A lil Ichigo study~

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𐙚⠀: you found him in the old training grounds behind urahara’s shop—silent, still, the wind tugging at his hair like it wanted him to feel something. the sun was setting low, throwing a wash of warm gold across the sandpit, but ichigo stood like a statue in the middle of it, hands limp at his sides, gaze hollowed out.

you didn’t call his name.

didn’t speak.

just stepped slowly across the field, each footfall soft, patient, until you were close enough to hear his breath catch.

“i can’t feel anything,” he said suddenly, voice low and scraped raw. “not even the wind the same way. not the spirit energy. nothing.”

you stepped behind him, wrapped your arms gently around his waist.

he didn’t move, but his body stiffened beneath your touch—like he hadn’t expected anyone to come. like he was preparing to flinch. but when he felt the warmth of you, your cheek pressing lightly between his shoulder blades, he let out a breath he’d been holding for days.

“i was supposed to protect everyone,” he whispered, his voice breaking against the silence. “i trained. i bled. i fucking died. and now… nothing. just ichigo. just some kid again.”

you held him tighter.

“you were never ‘just’ anything,” you murmured into his back, your hands splayed across his stomach, fingers sliding beneath the hem of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. “you’re still the boy who stood between death and everyone else, even when it broke you.”

his head bowed.

and when you felt the quiet shudder go through him, you pressed your lips gently to his spine.

“it hurts,” he said. “it’s like losing part of my soul. like someone tore something out of me and left nothing behind.”

you turned him slowly, coaxing him with your touch until he faced you.

and you saw the tears.

not many. just two, hanging on the edges of his lashes like shame trying to be strong.

your hands cupped his face.

“i don’t care if you can’t swing zangetsu,” you said, eyes locked with his. “i don’t care if you can’t fire getsuga tenshō or sense hollows from miles away. you’re still ichigo. still that stubborn, brave idiot who never once let me fall.”

his bottom lip trembled.

“i feel empty,” he whispered.

you leaned in, pressed your forehead to his. “then let me fill you.”

his breath hitched—like a sob, or a sigh, or both. he dropped his forehead to your shoulder and clung to you, arms wrapped around your waist, holding on like you were the last thing in the world that made sense. his fingers twisted in the back of your shirt, and he finally cried—silent, shaking sobs into your neck.

you ran your fingers through his hair, kissed his temple, rubbed soothing circles over his back.

“you’re not alone,” you whispered, again and again, until his breathing slowed.

until the sun had dipped below the horizon.

and ichigo, broken and beautiful, was curled up in your arms—still powerful in all the ways that mattered.

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‎. ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴🍓The Kurosaki Family🍓

✧Misaki Kurosaki is Ichigo’s and Mari’s first child, having her around 3 years post TYBW when they were 20–21

✧Mari came up with the name Misaki as a way to honor Ichigo’s mom, Masaki, while still maintaining her own identity

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Screencap redraw except it's not the most faithful to the original, I just decided that I wanted to have fun with it

Original under the cut

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arguing with ichigo but he looks like This

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Bleach Pop-up Collab in Shanghai

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would burn down the world for you;

♡ geto suguru, fushiguro toji, ryomen sukuna, kamo choso, gojo satoru, sylus, caleb, shinazugawa sanemi, iguro obanai, akaza, kokushibo, jugram haschwalth, bazz-b, kurosaki ichigo, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, hitsugaya toshiro, grimmjow, ichimaru gin, calcharo, childe, diluc, eren yeager, levi ackermann

would burn himself to keep you warm;

♡ nanami kento, itadori yuuji, okkotsu yuuta, zayne, rafayel, xavier, sylus, rengoku kyojuro, kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei, tsugikuni yoriichi, sabito, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hisagi shuhei, kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, hirako shinji, ishida ryuken, kyoraku shunsui, coyote starrk, ulquiorra cifer, brant, xiangli yao, jiyan, armin arlert

would walk through hell to reach you;

♡ nanami kento, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, zayne, rafayel, sylus, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tsugikuni yoriichi, hashibira inosuke, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, kyoraku shunsui, grimmjow, jiyan, calcharo, wriothesley, diluc, reiner braun, jean kirschtein

would rebuild a world for you from the ashes;

♡ gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru, sylus, rafayel, xavier, caleb, kamado tanjiro, rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, kyoraku shunsui, ukitake jushiro, aizen sosuke, urahara kisuke, brant, xiangli yao, wriothesley, neuvillette, ayato, alhaitham, eren yeager, armin arlert

a/n: uhh random draft that took me longer to put together than a normal fic LMAO. might be inaccurate unless you see the vision... THE vision. i also might've misplaced some characters mb

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“There’s blood on his hands and weight in his heart, but when he holds me, I remember the boy beneath all that war.”

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𐙚⠀: ichigo looked so dramatic for someone with a sprained ankle and a cracked rib.

you’d barely gotten the rice scooped into the bowl before he was groaning from the couch like you’d left him for dead.

“are you okay?” you asked, half-laughing, half-worried as you came back into the room, tray in hand.

he looked up from the pile of pillows you’d tucked around him—shirt rumpled, hair a mess, blanket kicked half-off his legs like he’d been fighting with it and losing. his eyes were too big for how injured he actually was. pitiful. puppy-dog level.

“i guess,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the tray. “dunno. it still hurts. i think it’s worse now.”

you frowned instantly, kneeling beside the couch. “worse? ichigo, don’t move around so much—you probably irritated something—"

he winced dramatically, then settled deeper into the pillows, making a small groan as if just breathing was an effort. "yeah. that’s probably what happened."

“you didn’t even get up—”

“i shifted, okay? i tried to get the remote.”

“you could’ve asked me.”

“i didn’t wanna bother you.” he said it so softly, like he wasn’t a six-foot soul reaper with a stubborn streak the size of the soul society. like he wasn’t literally making you hand-feed him rice every few minutes.

your heart clenched. he was suffering.

you set the tray down and fluffed the pillow behind him automatically, your hand smoothing through his hair like instinct. “you should’ve said something. i’m here to help.”

he hummed—low, pleased, nearly a purr—as your fingers brushed his temple.

you didn’t notice it. you didn’t see the faint, lazy smile that curled at his lips when you moved closer, scooping a bite of rice and holding it out with gentle care.

“open.”

he did. obedient, eyes wide, gaze locked on your face as the food passed his lips. he chewed slow, swallowed like it took effort, then gave the faintest little sigh.

“still hurts,” he said, voice softer now.

you frowned deeper, brushing your thumb under his eye without thinking. “you’ve got dark circles. are you not sleeping?”

he leaned into your touch a little. “hard to sleep when you’re in agony.”

that earned a tiny smile from you, more amused than convinced. “agony, huh?”

“mm.” his hand drifted up slowly, resting just barely against your thigh. “s’not so bad when you’re here.”

you blinked, missing the way he watched your face for the reaction. instead, you reached for the next bite. “do you want more fish or should i get some miso?”

“this is fine,” he murmured, opening his mouth again—eager, almost shameless, eyes fluttering shut when the warm rice touched his tongue.

your other hand stayed on his hair without realizing. you’d been carding your fingers through it on every third bite, your thumb sweeping along his scalp gently as you fed him. he leaned into it every time.

“you’re so good to me,” he mumbled, mouth still half-full.

“of course i am,” you said, voice full of soft focus, already dipping the next spoon. “you’re hurt.”

his hand slid a little higher up your thigh.

you didn’t even register it.

but he did. he watched the curve of your mouth tilt when you told him he was being brave. he watched your brow pinch with concern when he groaned just a little louder the next time he shifted. and when you told him, “you should rest more. i’ll bring you dinner in bed later,” his heart thudded, smug and satisfied.

“oh?” he asked, smirking faintly behind the next bite of food. “you gonna feed me again too?”

“of course.”

he leaned back in his pillows like a prince, hiding the glint in his eyes behind practiced exhaustion.

“then i guess i’ll survive.”

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✿ There were many common sleeping habits; snoring, sleeping talking, tossing and turning and of course the rarity of sleeping walking. Ichigo has none of those, instead, the man has a habit of holding you tightly against him in his sleep.

And saying tightly is a loose term, the man has a death grip on your body. You can’t move an ounce until he wakes up.

You didn’t even know Ichigo had any sleeping habits until the first night you slept over, which was senior year of highschool. Your parents were convinced enough to let you and Isshin Kurosaki was never that strict to begin with.

It surprised you, actually. His bed wasn’t that big to begin with but it was enough for both of you to have your own side, you against the wall and him on the open side. You were sound asleep until you felt a hand trailing from your side to your tummy, your eyes shot open when you were aggressively pulled against his chest.

You were going to huff out complaints to him until you felt his soft, slow, breathing on the back of your neck. You turned your head over your shoulder and you saw that Ichigo was dead asleep. In retrospect, the idea of Ichigo pulling you close in his sleep was cute and romantic but the tight hold was not comfortable. And it wasn’t just the tight hold, Ichigo also had his leg over yours, so really, the man was caging you in.

The next morning, while walking to school, you asked him. His answer was that he usually hugs a pillow — “my body must’ve just moved on reflex. You were sleeping where my pillow would be.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk on your lips. “Awe, does little Ichigo need his pillow to sleep well?” He scoffed with a roll of his eyes, looking away from you. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

It was something to get used too, especially after trying many times to squeeze out of his death grip. At first, it was annoying solely because you woke up before him and wanted to get started with the day, but of course, the older you guys were — the stronger he got from his fighting and training.

It only became more frustrating when summer arrived. God, the first summer was cruel. You woke up, most of the time, sweating. Your clothes stuck to your body along with some strands of your hair, and yet, Ichigo wouldn’t budge in his sleep. Even if he woke up more sweaty than you.

Actually, the more you tried escaping his grip, the tighter he’d hold you. A small sleepy grunt coming from him. Almost as if his unconscious body was scolding you for even thinking about wanting to get out. Eventually, just having the window open for fresh air wasn’t enough. He had to get an air conditioner installed in his room because of how overly heated you both got from his sleep

Throughout the years, you got accustomed to it. It felt unnatural for you to sleep without feeling his strong arms and a leg over your body: you would wake up multiple times throughout the night, toss and turn. You would grunt and huff in annoyance for not being able to sleep correctly. Not until Ichigo shows up late at night from work and caging you in. It became a night routine for you, a safe heaven really.

“How do you even sleep like that?” Orihime asked you one time, not in a rude way, more so concerned. “He has such a tight grip on you, are you sure you’re even breathing?” Her voice was light. You couldn’t help but blush red a little, giggling. “I can assure you, I breathe just fine.”

“It’s not like she’s going anywhere.” Uryu butted in, talking to Ichigo who sat next to you. He raised an eyebrow at him, slightly smirking. “You’re afraid she’s gonna find someone better? That’s why you cage her in like some sort of snake?”

With no undertone, Ichigo glared over a Uryu. He huffed before responding, “I know you’re lonely, so you don’t get it. But don’t knock it till you try it.” You calmly butted in, a soft smile. “It’s actually really comfortable, especially during winter.”

And, it wasn’t just your friends who teased him about it. Your kids — that you both have many years later, soon began to tease him; “why does dad hold you so tightly?” Your son asked, looking up at you after tugging onto your dress. “Yeah!” Your daughter exclaimed, standing on the other side of you, on-top of her stool, holding the strainer. “We wanna get in bed with you guys and hug you too!”

“He’s like a snake!” Your son said, frowning. Ichigo walked out of the hallway, drying his hair with a towel. He’s heard the phrase so much, that his eyebrows began to furrow downwards, wearing the same frown your son did. “Why does everyone always compare me to a snake?”

He walked to stand behind you, his hands snaking to your waist and landing a kiss to your cheek. You shrugged, keeping an eye on your daughter straining the pasta from the pot. A wave of steam coming off. “A snake is a common animal that is known to wrap around its prey.” “Yeah but-” his voice cracked in a high pitch, annoyed. “That’s not exactly what I’m doing, is it?”

You kept quiet for a couple seconds, you didn’t want to agree but you also couldn’t.. disagree. “I wake up alive.” You mumbled. Your hands gently took the strainer from your daughter’s hand and poured the pasta back on the pot. Ichigo huffed, still wearing his frown while kissing your cheek again. “I do not cage you in like a snake.” He mumbled.

“Whatever floats your boat.” You hummed, smiling at him softly. “Now, do me the favor and help wash our kids? I need to finish making dinner.” He nodded, giving you a kiss on your lips. “On it.” He picked up both of your children, your son and daughter squealing and giggling. Wiggling their limbs around but not really wanting to ‘escape’ his hold.

He was already halfway down the hallway when you called out for him, he walked back with a questioned look, ready to help you out. “Yeah?” “I like how you hold me in our sleep, I get the best sleep out of it.” You reassured him and he melted, smiling at you softly before walking back to the restroom.